Son In Law Madness novel Chapter 997

Chapter 997 Making A Ruckus

“What on earth is this? It's so ugly.”

The item that Eileen gave to him looked like a puppet, only the size of a palm.

The image of the rag doll was quite cartoonish, but Donald couldn't figure out what animal this toy was supposed to be.

Maybe it's a cat, but there's also a slight resemblance to a tiger.

The funniest part was that the rag doll even had “Monnay” sown on its forehead.

Perhaps it was because she knew her work wasn't refined.

With a blush on her face, Eileen said to Donald, “This is just something I made when I had some free time. Anyway, you should accept it, consider it a gift to commemorate our acquaintance. Even if you don't like it, you're not allowed to throw it away!”

After stuffing the item into Donald's hands, Eileen picked up her suitcase and walked ahead.

Donald chuckled, casually tucking Eileen's small gift into his pocket.

The reason Donald wanted to buy a first-class ticket was simply to have a good rest and get some sleep.

He initially thought that going to the grassland was just to relax a bit while also overseeing Weston and the team's work.

Who would have thought that he would end up slaying a monster while visiting the grassland?

Even though that monster was taken care of without much effort on his part, Donald did personally handle it, after all.

Since Donald chose a relatively good flight, the seats in the first-class cabin were quite comfortable. There were rows of red chairs resembling massage chairs.

Donald was adjusting his chair to a lower position, preparing to recline and sleep.

Just then, he felt a kick to his seat.

Donald got up and looked behind him, only to find a little boy holding a toy gun, staring at him.

That kick just now was his doing.

Seeing Donald turn his head to look at him, the little boy immediately felt the thrill of having successfully pulled off a prank.

Not only did he see no issue with his actions, but he also raised his gun and aimed it at Donald, pulling the trigger.

The toy gun made a clattering sound, followed by a burst of music.

The sounds of this simulated battlefield might be entertaining for children, but for adults like Donald, it's just noise.

Just as Donald was about to speak, a young woman dressed in a white low-cut blouse with lace trimmings walked over.

“Rufus, the plane is about to take off. Don't run around. Hurry back to your seat.”

“No.”

Rufus Sheen was still holding the gun, aiming at Donald, making a “da-da” sound from his mouth as if he was about to shoot the man down.

Donald raised an eyebrow. “This kid really lacks discipline.”

“All right, Rufus. Stop pointing the gun at others. There are plenty of bad guys out there. We don't want to stir up trouble.”

Hearing the young woman speak like this, Donald felt his mood worsen even more.

Your son is the one pointing a gun at me, yet you have the audacity to call me the bad guy?